Ultimate Firepower - Chapter 15 - 13 The First Income

In the last life, Tang Mo accidentally lost his space jade pendant when the apocalypse opened, and lost his biggest golden finger. Later, he practiced his abilities, lost his relatives, and was ostracized. He played a good hand of cards all his life. , and finally died in the mouth of the alien beast.

Opening his eyes again, Tang Mo was reborn and returned to the week before the end of the world, and all the tragedies have not happened yet! How will she seize the opportunity to walk out of her own path to become a doomsday powerhouse?

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Lin Qing He transmigrated into a novel and became one of its cannon fodders. The novel’s background is non-viable 1960s, a time of want to eat but nothing to eat and want to wear but nothing to wear. Although there is a lack of supplies and life was monotonous, this wasn’t what she was concerned about because she got a small personal interspatial space, which was stuffed with supplies, so temporarily there were no worries about her basic needs.What she’s worried about is that if she remembers correctly, her three so-called sons will become big villains in the future, and their upright and cold dad will end up with an undeniable end.Lin Qing He looked at the three future villain sons, the eldest who was only five years old, the second child was only three years old, and the third child was only one year old, and decided to give them half of a big white bun first…

I had finally done it—achieved the ultimate Paladin build. Maxed stats, impenetrable armor, and so many resistances that death itself had given up on me. I was an unkillable tank, an indomitable force. Nothing could stop me.And then my PC exploded.I died.Irony, thou art a cruel mistress.But instead of the afterlife, I woke up as my Paladin character… in the wrong freaking genre. Instead of castles and dungeons, there were people flying around on swords, shooting qi beams like fantasy laser guns.“This is definitely the wrong genre,” I muttered, watching a pompous young master sneer at me.“Kowtow, kiss my foot, and beg for forgiveness!” he declared.I looked at my imaginary maxed-out health bar, then at his flimsy silk robes.Oh, this was going to be fun.

She roused from a pool of blood, vowing to exact retribution on those who had harmed her.